Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 336 Senior Investigators Can Do Whatever They Want
"How dare she say that?" Harry walked out of the divination professor with his head down, and complained with Hermione and Ron beside him.

Hermione pursed her lips and hesitated to speak, but Ron said straightforwardly, "Then you can't tell about the mysterious man. Everyone thinks that Quirrell just wanted to break into the restricted area, and you stopped him."

"Yeah, I stopped him, but the mysterious man stuck behind his head is still alive, isn't it?" Harry looked at Ron helplessly. What he said was true, but no one wanted to believe him, which made him very distressed.

"Of course we believe you, Harry." Hermione said firmly, "Maybe we can ask Hera, he might have an idea, after all, you've been imprisoned by Umbridge again."

"Don't forget what Professor McGonagall told you—" Before Ron finished speaking, they met Professor McGonagall in the corridor.

"Good afternoon, Potter, Weasley, and Miss Granger." Professor McGonagall nodded. "Potter, why have you been avoiding me? I seem to have heard some words like confinement just now. What's going on?" Professor McGonagall's eyes patrolled Harry up and down, fearing that he might cause trouble again.

"He got himself locked up again." Hermione said calmly. At this point, she can only hope that Professor McGonagall can persuade Harry, at least not to make him confront Umbridge every time he meets him.

"What's the matter, Potter?" Professor McGonagall turned to Harry and asked sternly, "Restriction? Who put you in detention again?"

"Professor Umbridge," Harry whispered, not daring to look into Professor McGonagall's piercing eyes behind his square glasses.

"Are you saying," she lowered her voice so that the group of students behind them could not hear, "that you lost your temper in Professor Umbridge's class after I warned you last Monday?"

"No," Harry whispered to the floor, "it was in Divination class."

"Oh, Merlin!" Professor McGonagall whispered, "Mr. Potter, you must control yourself! You will be in big trouble!"

"But—" Harry wanted to argue, but he couldn't find even a reasonable reason for a while. "I've already been punished by her, can you stop doing this?"

"Because solitary confinement doesn't seem to have any effect on you!" said Professor McGonagall sharply. "Come on, no more complaints, Potter! As for you, Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley, you'd better keep an eye on Harry before he gets into trouble again."

Professor McGonagall strode away.Ron and Hermione gave Harry a sympathetic look.

"Are you still looking for Hera?" Ron asked in a low voice.

Harry shook his head bitterly, "Forget it, I think I've been scolded enough today."

On the second day, the painful thing happened to Harry. In Transfiguration class, Hera, Professor McGonagall, and Umbridge were in the classroom at the same time. Harry didn't know how to spend this class. He could only rely on the fact that no one noticed him.

Hera was hunkered down in the corner of the room, and he had been following Umbridge's footsteps closely, but when he watched Umbridge come to Transfiguration room, he laughed, he really laughed.

If Umbridge wanted to make trouble with Professor McGonagall, she was dead wrong.

In Hogwarts, the most serious and rigid person should be Professor McGonagall. She is also a loyal supporter of Dumbledore and trusts him unwaveringly.Hera had no doubts about joining Dumbledore in saying that he was going to become a devil like Voldemort, and Professor McGonagall was firmly on his side—she believed that Dumbledore must have had a hard time.

Hera lay on the table and waved to Professor McGonagall who had just entered the door, indicating that she would be sitting in the back row of the classroom this class.

Professor McGonagall nodded to Hera, and then strode to the front of the podium. Judging from her expression, it seemed that she didn't even notice the existence of Umbridge not far from Hera.

"Okay," she said, and the room immediately fell silent. "Mr. Pnegan, please come and pass on your homework—Miss Brown, please take this box of mice—don't be so stupid, they won't bite you—give one to each class—"

Hera knew that Professor McGonagall had taken control of the situation, so she simply lied on the table and 'listened to the class'. It would be good to review the fifth-grade knowledge once in a while—Hera would not admit that he was looking forward to seeing how Professor McGonagall would refute Umbridge, and he never wanted to miss this big show.

"Cough, cough." Umbridge coughed, and it was exactly the same stupid little cough she'd used to interrupt Dumbledore on the first night of school - downright stupid.But this trick was obviously useless to Professor McGonagall, she pretended not to hear.

"Okay, students, please listen carefully - Dean Thomas, if you toss that mouse like that again, I will put you in confinement - now, most of the students can successfully recite the disappearing spell to make the snail disappear, even those who still have a little snail shell left have mastered the gist of this spell, today, we are going to -"

"Cough, cough." Umbridge coughed.

"What?" said Professor McGonagall, turning around, her two eyebrows gathered together, forming a long, forbidding straight line.

Hera sat aside, carefully took out a small snack from her cuff, and used her robe to block the movement of stealing, expecting with joy how Professor McGonagall would humiliate Umbridge.

"Professor, I just want to know if you have received my note with the date and time to investigate your class—" Umbridge stood up and said with a smile, the tone was cloyingly sweet.

"Obviously, I was taken, otherwise I would have asked you what you were doing in my classroom." Professor McGonagall said decisively and turned her back to Umbridge.Hera was a little disappointed. He had expected Professor McGonagall to make Umbridge run away, but it didn't look like that, although Hera didn't think Umbridge would just give up - she was just stupid and never knew what respect was.

"As I said earlier: today, we're going to link up with the more difficult Rat Vanishing Curse. Well, here, the Vanishing Curse—"

"Cough, cough." Before Professor McGonagall could finish speaking, Umbridge coughed again. Being interrupted by her repeatedly, Professor McGonagall was already a little angry.

"I don't understand," Professor McGonagall turned to Umbridge and said coldly with anger, "If you keep interrupting me, how can you understand my usual teaching method? You know, when I talk, I usually don't allow others to talk."

Hera didn't make any small noises, but the hunching of his shoulders gave him away - Umbridge looked like he'd been slapped.She didn't speak, and Hera suspected that she was completely intimidated by Professor McGonagall, and maybe she also recalled the fear of being dominated by Professor McGonagall when she was studying.

Judging by Umbridge's level, she should have been criticized by teachers when she was studying at Hogwarts.

Therefore, Umbridge could only be helpless and furious, as if the clipboard in his hand was Professor McGonagall's face, and began to write angrily on it.

It is not a wise choice to anger Umbridge, but obviously Professor McGonagall has nothing to fear from her, and her life has no delays-maybe her brother will be a little trouble, but Professor McGonagall is very confident in her brother, and she has always taught him to walk on the right path in life.Therefore, Professor McGonagall has no fear of Umbridge, and the only thing that worries her a little is that she is afraid of causing trouble to Dumbledore.

Hera leaned back in the chair, and Professor McGonagall worried that he was bored and asked the students to send him a mouse, which he could turn into whatever he wanted.

As a result, the students are occasionally surprised to find that some inexplicable things appear on Hera's table-such as the Triwizard Cup, the Sorting Hat, and the Golden Galleon.But soon they looked away, because they had to listen to Professor McGonagall's lecture carefully to avoid being criticized or deducted points from her.

Umbridge seemed completely intimidated by Professor McGonagall, and she didn't follow Professor McGonagall up and down the classroom like she did in Professor Trelawney's class.Of course maybe she realized that Professor McGonagall would not allow it.She just sat in a corner and jotted down on the clipboard.

Hera thought that the class was about to end like this, but he didn't realize that his feeling was right until the bell rang for the end of get out of class!

This class went so unremarkably!
When Professor McGonagall finally told the class to pack up and dismiss, Umbridge stood up with a frightening expression on his face.

"Hey, is it finally about to start?" Hera put the mouse on the palm of her hand and gently stroked it with the other hand. The mouse shivered and shrank in Hera's palm obediently, not daring to move it at all, fearing that this terrible wizard would turn it into something weird again.

The students walked out of the classroom one after another, and Hera sat on her seat and watched Umbridge walk towards the podium, full of anticipation of what kind of "war" would break out between them, and then all the Hogwarts faculty and staff would drive Umbridge out of the castle - this is a bit too farfetched.

"How long have you been teaching at Hogwarts?" Umbridge asked.

"It will be thirty-nine years this December." Professor McGonagall replied bluntly, closing the bag with a snap.

Umbridge made a few notes.

"Very well," she said, "you will have the results of your investigation within ten days."

"I can't wait." Professor McGonagall said in an extremely indifferent tone.Umbridge left the classroom resentfully, Professor McGonagall stood on the podium, and she looked at Hera, which let him know that Professor McGonagall wanted to talk to him.

"Hera, I think you'd better stop following Umbridge." Professor McGonagall sighed. "It won't work, you and I both know it."

Hera relaxed her shoulders indifferently, "I think so too, but I don't even want to see Umbridge wandering around the castle."

"You also need to calm down, Hera, you are an adult, and I won't teach you anything." Professor McGonagall said slowly, "That's all I can say."

"Very constructive suggestion." Hera nodded. He knew that what he did was almost meaningless, but he couldn't let Umbridge mess around in school, could he?

With the Dark Lord at a loss - at least for the Order of the Phoenix - there is nothing worse than a problem within Hogwarts.

Professor McGonagall paused, his eyes flashed behind the square glasses, "You should trust Dumbledore."

Hera didn't speak. Although he had already thought about what to say, he knew that it would definitely make Professor McGonagall sad.What he originally wanted to say was this: "I also believed in Dumbledore back then, but he gave up on Quirinus, he let Quirinus go to death, and didn't even give him any hope."

"Okay, think about it carefully, I don't need to repeat these principles." Professor McGonagall saw that Hera didn't answer for a long time, packed up the lesson plans on the table and left.

puff!

After Professor McGonagall left, Hera burst out laughing, the louder and louder she laughed.

"How could I trust Dumbledore completely." Hera shook her head, and walked out of the classroom holding the mouse.

But he didn't follow Umbridge anymore. He shouldn't waste his time on such meaningless things. If Dumbledore couldn't handle everything well, then he probably didn't have anything better to do.

The three little guys, Harry, finally calmed down for a while. At least Hera didn't hear that Harry was imprisoned by Umbridge for his amazing language in class. Everything seemed to be moving in a good direction.

But soon another move by the Ministry of Magic broke the silence of Hogwarts.

The last bright sunshine of autumn still shone on this ancient castle, but it could not warm the hearts of the students, nor could it melt the determination of the Ministry of Magic to transform Hogwarts.

All the teachers and students were amazed to find a new large notice on the bulletin board, so big that it covered everything else on the bulletin board.The new notice, printed in large black letters, looked terribly indifferent, and its content was even more horrific.

Hogwarts High Inquisitor Order
All student organizations, associations, teams, and clubs are hereby dissolved, and an organization, association, team, and club is hereby defined to mean a regular gathering of three or more students.Reconstruction can be requested from the High Inquisitor (Professor Umbridge).No student organization shall exist without the approval of the Senior Inquiry Officer.
"Is this referring to our dueling club?" Hera said with Professor Flitwick next to her, frowning and hugging her shoulders. Because of their height difference, Hera had to amplify his voice, which was also heard by many students in the hall.

"Didn't I, Professor?" complained a Ravenclaw student, "I've only just learned a little bit!"

"I think it's aimed at us." Unlike Hera, Professor Flitwick read it several times carefully, with a more serious expression than Hera. "Is the Ministry of Magic even involved in this?"

"I think they really want it to be like this." Hera said with great delay.

The little Professor Flitwick tapped the notice board hard, "I'm going to tell Dumbledore about this."

　I ate roast duck yesterday and did a stupid thing. I opened the door with my gloved hand, and took the roast duck with my non-gloved hand. My fingers were scalded and blistered, and I could only type with one hand.

　　So the coding speed is a bit slow.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)